It's the humidity

Be careful what you wish for. Well, I'm not quite that superstitious and do remember last year similar dire warnings followed in short order by alleviation.

And now we're sitting tight with sixteen inches of snow and a half-inch of ice on top, just to scare the dogs when they take a step and collapse of hoop house. (I'll be renting a saws-all and calling the scrapper.) I knocked the snow out of trees I wished to keep as they are last night before the ice. For some, namely the yews, the ice was enough. They may spring back.

But were not out of the woods quite yet. Tomorrow the temps rise and the rains start. Depending on which comes first in earnest, we may get a bit of flooding as we did two years ago, a once-in-twenty-five years kind of an event.

At least we haven't lost power.

Yet.

I have gotten out and about between rounds of shoveling, this morning, in fact. The roads weren't the best but the big parking lots had been plowed a bit, making for them big mounds of wet, dirty snow. Perfect, I would say, for folks who don't see much of this white stuff but have some ideas about fun.